your mouth taste like nowhere ...
my tung has become something rotten,, and your mouth taste like nowhere ...
Understand its just like recycling your life for more than what its worth onle in certain inalienable truths
you can find your youth, and imagine right before the possibility of the worried mind there was allways wasted time,, even if in a place called nowhere ,, you are afraid of the greatest
chance of living the day down,, play your sole like an instrument and Dance still in time ....
go
and
walk like the
shadows
but fall like the sky
and drink like the ground
thet feed the tress that tower in summer and fall with no worres when thay die ,,..
danceing still
with time ...
recycling
with one last chanc to die.
Understand its just like recycling your life for more than what its worth onle in certain inalienable truths
you can find your youth, and imagine right before the possibility of the worried mind there was allways wasted time,, even if in a place called nowhere ,, you are afraid of the greatest
chance of living the day down,, play your sole like an instrument and Dance still in time ....
go
and
walk like the
shadows
but fall like the sky
and drink like the ground
thet feed the tress that tower in summer and fall with no worres when thay die ,,..
danceing still
with time ...
recycling
with one last chanc to die.